The Oncoming Storm

The wind that begins rustling through the leaves like a huge instantaneous puff of air, it is there for but a moment before the complete silence returns., The trees shuffle slightly, so serene. Again that shuffling sound is heard, though this time, with the slight pitter pat. A drizzle has started, but like the wind it is short lived, barely reaching the ground. In the distance can be heard the drums of someones party; they just add to the affect. Again, the wind and drizzle move the leaves. The patrons of the path wary of the eminent wetness begin to head back to their relative abodes when distantly a roll of thunder can be heard. It is slight and nonthreatening, but nonetheless the birds begin to discuss the options and merits each posses. More tree rustles and thunder continues after each the trees move. Soon, Now here's the big. The birds begin to wonder as to their relative safety as the thunder is getting louder and closer. The trees continue to shimmy now dropping bits of excess leaf. As to the rest of us, we sit, and await the rain.